She does not remember much from that blink of the eye time called childhood and cannot recite the birthstory of the village goddess.
She will not nod with recognition if she hears the legend of a woman who desired to become a goddess so much that she fornicated with men, one after another, until three thousand of them had died inside her. That woman who turned immortal in the slick sheets of her gallows-bed means nothing to her.
She does not remember it and so others cannot ask if things might have turned out differently had the Empress heard another story.
My first Saiyuki drabble. An extrapolation on what your behavior would be if the gods you grew up with never behaved.